(everything can be boring; but dream songs cant possibly be, especially not under a bridge......heres one to this eccentric drunk genius Berryman) https://youtube/watch?v=1YUu3L-qGMI Dream Song #14 By John Berryman Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves flash and yearn, and moreover my mother told me as a boy (repeatingly) ‘Ever to confess you’re bored means you have no Inner Resources.’ I conclude now I have no inner resources, because I am heavy bored. Peoples bore me, literature bores me, especially great literature, Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes as bad as achilles, who loves people and valiant art, which bores me. And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag and somehow a dog has taken itself & its tail considerably away into mountains or sea or sky, leaving behind: me, wag. (Source: poetryfoundatiion.org)
Posted on: Thu, 04 Dec 2014 07:11:53 +0000
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